So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
To the person who said that he would realize how bad sand tasted, on what handful will that happen? I waited. The third handful, seventh handful, how about the 10th? So much sand that the kid had a loofah diaper for the next two days. I had to finally cut him off.
A Stay-At-Home-Mother that wakes up at 10:15 a.m. and watches movies on pay-per-view all day until 10 minutes before the husband comes home--then brushes her teeth. Come on. You know that's what you all are thinking.